Disclaimer: I do not own Fenoglio, he belongs to Cornelia Funke. (But I wish I owned Dusty :) If you recognize the lines, they're from Inkspell.
A/N: Sorry, I wanted to write this in couplets, but the stupid computer won't let me. Please bear with me. The organization problem can't be fixed :( Anyway, I felt a little sorry for Fenoglio at the end of Inkspell. Hence:
Inkstained
They were here already, all of them
I merely wrote their story…
Then why do the fearful, accusing glances fall on me
Why in my own heart, does the blame fall on me?
Why when it speaks does it say:
From your pen, the story flowed,
A growing stain across this world.
With your words, this rose made thorns
-so many cruel thorns-
Could one man have penned them all?
I can't be the cause of all this pain and darkness,
The sorcerer who unleashed a loathsome monster.
They were here already all of them,
I merely wrote their story…
But in this world, words are enough.
Your words brought death to every man in Ombra.
Unburried corpses, rotting nameless in a field.
Each fell as if pierced by your pen, that day.
That day your black ink turned to blood.
If only you had not tried to bind
A world too powerful to be bound.
But, admit it, you couldn't bear to watch
Others take the reins of the story
You thought of as your own
They only tried to fix what you had broken
And with your words,you shattered it again.
No! I can't live with all the pain and misery.
What is a writer who doesn't love words?
The tears are watering down my ink.
Then don't live. Just stop.
Stop while the ink and blood washes away,
Drop by drop.